Velvet. Soft, warm, flow-y velvet. Her lips were all he knew at this moment. The kiss was soft and gentile and even though their lips barely touched, he knew. She was all he wanted-forever. They parted, her forehead resting against his, and he let a soft sigh escape his lips. He felt her smile slightly and he raised his hand to her cheek to caress her soft olive skin. Her cheeks were wet from her tears and he pulled back, his eyes questioning.
She looked into his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes, and smiled.
"Would an 'It's not you, it's me' line fly right about now?" She asked lightly.
Still concerned he replied softly, "What is it Max?"
"You know, I was always so afraid to cry," she began, moving away from him to pace the room, "I mean, that was understandable in Manticore. We were subject to group humiliation if so much as a sniffle was heard. You can't be weak you know." Max scrubbed to tears away with the back of her hand. As she continued to pace she let her fingers linger on the wet on her hand, "But even after I escaped, that mentality was so drilled into me that I still couldn't. I was so little, and there were so many times that it would have been okay to cry, but I was so fearful. So one day I discovered the YMCA pool. I would immerse myself in the water and I would let my tears flow. I figured, if I couldn't feel the difference of the water all around me from the tears on my cheeks then it couldn't really be crying, right?"
She looked up at Logan then. Her dark eyes searching his light ones she began again, shakily, "But all those times, I was crying because of my sadness," she sat down next to him again and took his hands in hers," I can't help but cry now, because when I'm with you I'm so, so happy."
His eyes welled with tears and he pulled her to him.
"I don't deserve you Max," he whispered hoarsely as he breathed in the sweet scent of her hair. And they sat like that, his arms around her and her arms around him. He rested his chin in her hair and she let her ears be filled with the sound of his heart beating. He hadn't been happy in a long time. Even before his parents died he felt empty. And now, now he felt like a part of his soul that had been missing for so long was back. He held her in his arms and he felt complete. If he could just freeze this moment and live in it forever-but he knew there would be other moments. And so he smiled and let a curl twirl around his fingers.
Max let her eyes drift closed, and smiled lazily. She felt so drowsy with love for him. She had never belonged. She didn't even belong with her family anymore--they couldn't trust her. But here, in this man's arms, she felt real, true, and happy. She let her tongue trace her lower lip and giggle softly thinking of their kiss. That was a great kiss.
Logan stopped mid twirl when he heard Max's giggle.
"Something you'd like to share?" he questioned leaning away from her slightly to get a better look at her.
"Oh, just thinking about your lips," she replied lightly before disentangling her body from his, "Can I kiss you again?" Her frankness was endearing and sexy and he felt himself falling in her eyes again. He gulped, "Yes." And then his lips were on hers, or hers were on his, but he couldn't think, just feel. All he felt was softness and warmth. It started in his belly and spread throughout his limbs. His mind was spinning and his heart was happy.
She felt warmth everywhere. Her lashes fluttered against their cheeks and she sighed gently into his lips. The kiss began to deepen and hands began to roam. She felt dangerous and scared, and sexy and self-conscious and her mind reeled. She kept touching his face and neck and shoulders and arms and then back up again and then back down. She let her fingers flutter against his skin to test his realness. His arms tightened around her middle and pulled her closer to him, which she didn't think possible. And she felt his love and she knew he felt hers.
He pulled back.
"Logan," she pouted. His name was said with such desire and passion it was all he could do not to push her back on the bed and continue, but he stayed his distance.
She smiled lightly, "I know, I know."
"We have to--"
"Take it slow," she said nodding, "didn't I just say I knew?!"
He nodded back and smiled. God, she was beautiful, but it had to be slow or she would be scared away.
"You know, I couldn't even imagine how trapped you'd feel if you woke up in my bed tomorrow morning."
She looked down, ashamed at being understood, at being 'found out', but he lifted her chin.
"I know you Max, you can't hide from me. I know how you are, but I love you. And I'm going to do whatever it takes and go however slow for us to ease into something comfortable."
She grinned. 'Something comfortable,' she thought, 'I like that.'
"How about a nice comfortable turkey sandwich?" She asked smoothing her hair.
"I think I can manage that," he replied, pulling himself into his chair.
And as she followed him into the kitchen she felt very comfortable.
She looked into his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes, and smiled.
"Would an 'It's not you, it's me' line fly right about now?" She asked lightly.
Still concerned he replied softly, "What is it Max?"
"You know, I was always so afraid to cry," she began, moving away from him to pace the room, "I mean, that was understandable in Manticore. We were subject to group humiliation if so much as a sniffle was heard. You can't be weak you know." Max scrubbed to tears away with the back of her hand. As she continued to pace she let her fingers linger on the wet on her hand, "But even after I escaped, that mentality was so drilled into me that I still couldn't. I was so little, and there were so many times that it would have been okay to cry, but I was so fearful. So one day I discovered the YMCA pool. I would immerse myself in the water and I would let my tears flow. I figured, if I couldn't feel the difference of the water all around me from the tears on my cheeks then it couldn't really be crying, right?"
She looked up at Logan then. Her dark eyes searching his light ones she began again, shakily, "But all those times, I was crying because of my sadness," she sat down next to him again and took his hands in hers," I can't help but cry now, because when I'm with you I'm so, so happy."
His eyes welled with tears and he pulled her to him.
"I don't deserve you Max," he whispered hoarsely as he breathed in the sweet scent of her hair. And they sat like that, his arms around her and her arms around him. He rested his chin in her hair and she let her ears be filled with the sound of his heart beating. He hadn't been happy in a long time. Even before his parents died he felt empty. And now, now he felt like a part of his soul that had been missing for so long was back. He held her in his arms and he felt complete. If he could just freeze this moment and live in it forever-but he knew there would be other moments. And so he smiled and let a curl twirl around his fingers.
Max let her eyes drift closed, and smiled lazily. She felt so drowsy with love for him. She had never belonged. She didn't even belong with her family anymore--they couldn't trust her. But here, in this man's arms, she felt real, true, and happy. She let her tongue trace her lower lip and giggle softly thinking of their kiss. That was a great kiss.
Logan stopped mid twirl when he heard Max's giggle.
"Something you'd like to share?" he questioned leaning away from her slightly to get a better look at her.
"Oh, just thinking about your lips," she replied lightly before disentangling her body from his, "Can I kiss you again?" Her frankness was endearing and sexy and he felt himself falling in her eyes again. He gulped, "Yes." And then his lips were on hers, or hers were on his, but he couldn't think, just feel. All he felt was softness and warmth. It started in his belly and spread throughout his limbs. His mind was spinning and his heart was happy.
She felt warmth everywhere. Her lashes fluttered against their cheeks and she sighed gently into his lips. The kiss began to deepen and hands began to roam. She felt dangerous and scared, and sexy and self-conscious and her mind reeled. She kept touching his face and neck and shoulders and arms and then back up again and then back down. She let her fingers flutter against his skin to test his realness. His arms tightened around her middle and pulled her closer to him, which she didn't think possible. And she felt his love and she knew he felt hers.
He pulled back.
"Logan," she pouted. His name was said with such desire and passion it was all he could do not to push her back on the bed and continue, but he stayed his distance.
She smiled lightly, "I know, I know."
"We have to--"
"Take it slow," she said nodding, "didn't I just say I knew?!"
He nodded back and smiled. God, she was beautiful, but it had to be slow or she would be scared away.
"You know, I couldn't even imagine how trapped you'd feel if you woke up in my bed tomorrow morning."
She looked down, ashamed at being understood, at being 'found out', but he lifted her chin.
"I know you Max, you can't hide from me. I know how you are, but I love you. And I'm going to do whatever it takes and go however slow for us to ease into something comfortable."
She grinned. 'Something comfortable,' she thought, 'I like that.'
"How about a nice comfortable turkey sandwich?" She asked smoothing her hair.
"I think I can manage that," he replied, pulling himself into his chair.
And as she followed him into the kitchen she felt very comfortable.